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A Review

A new year a new decade. So what happened during this one?

I graduated high school.

Tried out 4 different colleges, decided they all blew.

Met the love of my life.

Got my real estate license and a fab job, with a great Realtor at Keller Williams Real Estate.

Bought my first new car.

I moved out of Daddys home in a vain attempt to be  a grown up. Someone should have stopped me.

Got a crappy job in commercial real estate.

Got a dog and had to be responsible for something other than me for the first time ever. Someone should have stopped me.

Got a great job in financial management.

I got engaged.

Bought a house.

Got another dog. I should have stopped him.

Married the love of my life at the most amazing wedding ever.

Gained some awesome friends.

Quit smoking.

Started smoking.

Quit smoking for good. (33 weeks free)

Got pregnant.

And here I am. Married to an awesome guy, expecting a gorgeous little girl and working in financial management. I wish in 2000 I had made some predictions and sealed them away somewhere. I can’t even remember where I thought I’d be when I was graduating high school.

2011 holds so much promise and good I can’t say I’m sad to say goodbye to 2010. I’m welcoming this New Year with excitement and without any hesitation. 2010 can kiss my ass.

Check out The Growing Gibsons for whats happening with the pregnancy and my more whiney look at our year.

Our Newest Improvement

A FENCE!!!!

Room To Run

Look at all that space!! It looks a bit drab at the moment but we’ll get on some grass and a bit of landscaping come the spring.

HAHA!

They are on one side, I am on the other. They are free to roam and I don’t have to worry about dislocated shoulders anymore.

Franklin

Frankie is so excited! He pushes in front of you and opens the screen door himself because we humans just move way too slow for his tastes. He runs around the edges sniffing and checking things out. Hes a bit apprehensive about coming back in through the back door but we’re working on it.

Sport

Sport is not quite so enthusiastic. This is him refusing to look at me this morning.

And Again

He’s hautily ignoring my kissy noises and whistles to attention here. Can you feel his displeasure as well?

You see, Sport and I had an agreement. He asked little of me and in return I asked little of him. He didn’t mind that his only time outside in freezing or burning weather was the 30 seconds it took him to pee. It worked, I could only stand the temps for that long anyway. He sleeps on our heating and air conditioning vent, he has luxury to return to.

This fence is a violation of our agreement. While I sit happily on my couch with my slippered feet up, Sport is forced outside with his annoying baby brother who just wants to play.

While Franklin bounces and leaps from end to end, Sport pranced out with his nose high in the air to the furthest corner and parks it. He wouldn’t even budge when we called him from inside the fence. He’s pissed.

This morning Paul got up, let them out to run and left them out while he showered. Sport was not impressed. He barked once and I opted to ignore it, trying to let him self soothe. I watched out the window for a bit. Sport in the corner, Franklin bouncing happily along. Figuring they were fine I went back to bed for my extra 15 minutes. No, Sport thought otherwise and started barking non stop. At what, I don’t know, but it was only 6:45 and our first morning with the fence so I was worried about the neighbors as I flew downstairs to let them in.

He didn’t run to the door that I help open with freezing bare feet. He walked slowly, looking at me the entire time. As if to say, “Bitch you left me out here. To deal with not only the cold but that overly chipper daft Franklin. This isn’t over.”

We have some work to do! I have hope that Sport will get used to it and Franklin will continue to enjoy it. As usual I have some apprehensions to let go of too. We’ll get there, Sport and I.

Check out The Growing Gibsons if you are interested in whats happening with our pregnancy and our growing little Squish, Riley!

Meet Franklin!

This is Franklin.

He is not my perfect canine match.

I let him stay because as the picture clearly shows he’s to die for loving and cute. He’s also as dumb as the picture shows.

No, for real. This dog could get lost in our house.

Like I said though he’s cute and pitiful and its impossible not to love him. Even though we are oil and water.

I think it’s mostly because Franklin and I have yet to heal from our first month together. He was finding his way and place in our family and I was losing belongings. Those belongings were a fabulous reclining couch, a blackberry, a few chargers, a few corners on our area rug and runner, a welcome mat (or 2), multiple shoes, the corner of a WALL, a blanket, a dog bed and I’m sure a few other things I have forgotten. I will never forget the 2lbs of blue M&M’s newly purchased for our wedding favors that he nabbed off the counter one day. Or the wedding invite responses he ate.

We tried to crate him, he chewed the front of the crate off in 30 minutes. It was metal, no lie. We tried to baby gate him, he would simply charge the gate until it fell and he was released from whatever room he was trapped in. That night I just stared at him for hours. This creature was unreal. He was 60lbs of solid determined muscle. I am 200lbs of pissed off dog owner. We clash.

In the last year Frank has turned around and calmed a bit. Him and I have an agreement. It’s taken quite awhile to get there but we have worked it out. Maybe its fear, whatever, it works. He jumps on everyone who walks in the door, it drives me insane. Paul allowed it an is now trying to break the habit. I’m not as nice as Paul. Frank stays on the carpet until I pick up the leash.

Sadly most of Franks issues needed to be dealt with by us changing our ways. Our dining room chairs get laid on the couches, trash cans get lids that close right away, closet doors get closed and NOTHING gets left within this dogs reach. I belive we have had our current dog bed for about 6 months or so, which is a record for Frank.

His episodes are becoming more and more sporadic but that also means we have been a touch lax. Pauls work shoes were dragged from the bedroom to the living room the other day, happily without holes. He was possibly just trying to point out our lack of diligence and what “could” happen.

He is possibly the best cuddle bug, not exactly a lap dog, but he tries. He also has the most pitiful face when he’s in trouble. He has a lot of groveling to do at the moment since he managed to find a black pen and chew it on our only carpet, which is now stained black.

My current dilema is Baby. What house do you know with children that doesn’t have a ton of stuff on the floor and scattered through the house? What child do you know doesn’t throw stuff on the floor? Or drop toys when something else catches the eye? I have no idea how to teach him not to eat the stuff either. He’s sneaky, you’ll never see him do it. I’m concerned.

Meet Sport

Sport

Please, meet Sport!

Sport and I have been together about 3 years, which means he’s about 4.5 years old.

Do not let the picture fool you. This is what the adoption agency used as his, “Please come save me now” picture. It worked. I ran and I squeezed him and loved him and crinkled his itty bitty face. Then he walked away. Then his hair grew.

Sports hair is about 3x puffier and 2x longer and the poor thing is a hot mess. He also is the most independent dog in the world.

He uses us. Sure he wants a scratch at some point almost every day but it’s more about us helping him get an area he cannot reach. He uses us for food and water but I think that’s just because he’s lazy. If we stopped giving it to him, he’d find it. He’s like the Bear Grylls of the dog world.

While Paul was in Boston I tried to give Sport to my dad, I felt we might have out grown each other. Dad said no. I said ok.

Seriously though, he is my perfect canine match. We live separate lives, in the same home, assisting each other when need be.

I introduce Sport today because tomorrow he goes to the vet. Our hectic crazy busy life led me to forget his rabies shot this year. While forgetting about the shot he also started something happening back near his tail that seems to itch the dickens out of him. PetSmart won’t bathe them without the shot. You DO NOT bathe this dog yourself. It’s not worth the 3 hour ordeal. He hates water. Pansy.

Since he obviously can take care of himself and has no interest in me helping with this issue he has not let us see what is going on. I also cannot stand the noise he makes when he is messing with the area so I tell him to stop. He looks at me with judgement and scorn and goes behind the couch (his ‘place’). So now he goes to the vet.

This will be at least a 3 dayer. I usually takes him about that long to forgive me for the vet. If he needs a cone he won’t forgive me until after the cone is off. I’m making Paul go this time hopefully Sport will spread the guilt between the  two of us making me feel like less of a heel.

They say dogs don’t remember, anyone who says that has never seen the look of debate in Sports eyes 2 days after a vet visit. I always wonder if he is actually going to let me keep my hand when I attach his leash.

One time he bit through an unopened shaving cream can in his ‘place’. The can obviously exploded spraying shaving cream all over the leather back of our couch, the curtains, walls and floor. I feel he choose the can with ‘contents under pressure’ because he KNEW it would cause the most damage and be the biggest bitch to clean up. I might have run out of treats that day.

Disclaimer: Sport can be a bit of an ass but he has never bitten or injured any person or dog. Even when the Golden at the dog park tried to make Sport his biotch. One of the few days Sport actually needed us!

Facebook Official

The Squish

 

Meet Squishy. This picture is an iPhone shot of the actual u/s but so be it, I work with what I have. His/Her head is on the left the rest just guess you will be close enough. 

So while I have been MIA here I have been writing at TheGrowingGibsons.blogspot.com feel free to stop by. Sorry it’s not a clicky link for some reason Blogger will not let me go to their site during the day…lamesauce. 

I apologize in advance for some of the language. It’s bad, I’m not usually a potty mouth but it was a very rough couple of days. I could certainly go back and edit it but it’s honest and real the way it is now. 

I wasn’t sure that I was going to open it to the public but decided to. Mostly because the taboo nature of fertility is annoying and lonesome. You would be surprised at how many women are struggling. Also how hurtful the constant questions are. It doesn’t usually occur to anyone that it’s not their business and it could be really hurtful to the other person. 

We tried for a year, went to a reproductive endocrinologist and received a diagnosis and set up a plan for the next cycle, 2 days later we got a surprise + pregnancy test. 

Our story is short in comparison to some. We were very lucky. Some struggle for years, have multiple surgeries, injections, medications and doctor visits. It’s life changing and a pain and heartache I cannot even begin to understand. 

TheGrowningGibsons is a sort of pregnancy journal that for the moment will be kept separate from this blog. This way people who don’t want to know, don’t have to know. Eventually it will all probably combine being parents is probably going to give us our most laugh worthy stories. We’ll see how it goes. 

Pear Cake with Pine Nuts

I suck!

Seriously, blowtastic.

My inability to blog as of late has not been linked to my lack of excitement in my life. Rather, I don’t know what to share with you all. Mid July the hubs and I decided we were going to turn to Nutrisystem so cooking hasn’t been happening.

Update on that? The Man is down near 25lbs, looking hot too! I, on the other hand, took one look at the small lunchable like pizza laughed and said, “bleh”.  I may give it a whirl again but for the time being I am not.

With the Man on Nutrisystem and I on people food it’s added a bit of enjoyment to my evening meals. For example, yesterday he had a large salad and a Nutri Pizza. I had a (by ‘a’ I mean 2) Stoufers French Bread Pizzas with Ranch dippy. Don’t read too much into it, it was a cheat dinner, or so that’s they way I’m playing it. Don’t judge.

I smoked on Saturday July 31! ::gasp:: Now you may judge. I was having a really really bad week and one day I might just share that with you but for now it’s my secret. ::sticks thumbs on temples and sings nanny nanny boo boo:: I didn’t have a whole cigarette, instead I randomly searched out people in my party who would share drags with me. In my mind this made it all better. So I ruined my most phenomenal non-smoking streak ever. Back on the wagon I guess! I have not touched since that day though so I’m good, right?

Now the cake! It’s like a coffee cake and is so freaking fab! Mi Madre watched our dogs on July 4th so I made her this cake. Even trade right? I stick you with my annoying furbabies and you get a cake? I thought so!

It’s from Cooking Light circa 2001 and each serving has 252 Calories

INGREDIENTS

  • 1 1/4 Cup Flour
  • 3/4 Cup Sugar
  • 1/4 Cup Chilled Butter, cut into small pieces
  • 2 Tbls Pine Nuts
  • 1/4 Tsp Ground Cinnamon
  • 1/3 Cup Fat-Free Sour Cream
  • 1/4 Cup 1% Low-Fat Milk
  • 1 Tsp Lemon Rind
  • 1 Tsp Vanilla Extract
  • 1/2 Tsp Baking Powder
  • 1/4 Tsp Baking Soda
  • 1 Lg. Egg
  • Cooking Spray
  • 2 Cup Thin Sliced Pear

DIRECTIONS

  • Preheat oven to 350
  • Combine flour, sugar & salt in large bowl and whisk well
  • Cut in butter with pastry blender or 2 knives (see below) until it resembles a coarse meal.
  • Remove 1/3 cup flour mixture & place in small bowl, stir in cinnamon & pine nuts and set aside
  • Combine the next 6 ingredients (sour cream through egg) with the remaining flour, beat on medium speed until well blended
  • Coat 9-in round pan with cooking spray and pour in batter
  • Layer the top with the sliced pear
  • Sprinkle the flour, cinnamon & pine nut mixture on top
  • Bake for 45 min

Pastry blender? WTF no I don’t have one nor do I know what they are talking about. I tried two knives and that was a waste of time and my butter started warming and even I knew that wasn’t ok. So I got out the potato masher. Why I have one of these I have no idea, but I did and it saved my pear cake.

It was fabulous!

Forever The Slacker

OHH HI! I didn’t forget about you I’ve just opted to be neglectful. In truth we have a ton going on and I have not been in the best place to be writing for the public eye. If you haven’t given up on me, I love you too! 

The first half of the summer has been crazy and the second half will be even more eventful. The man and I are booked solid until the middle of September. 

So, what happened the first half of the summer? 

Heidi Newfield

 

We went to the 92.5 WXTU Anniversary Show. She looks like she’s looking right at me, right? SQUEEE she is biotches. We were right in the front and I heart her and apparently so does the Man and it was fabulous. After her show she jumped out into the crowd, it was awesome! 

Darius Rucker

We saw Darius Rucker and Brad Paisley. I want to go back when Darius, a.k.a. Hootie is the headliner. He was awesome. I might have cried when he did Purple Rain. Paisley was Paisley. Good but no Darius. 

4th Of July

Uncle Fred and Aunt Neen had the bulk of the Miller crew to New Jersey for a fabulous 4th of July party. The “kids” pictured are a selected few of my cousins and the gorgeous blond standing in the back is one of my Aunts. The “kids” really aren’t kids anymore accept the two little ones on the end, I think everyone is pretty close to being out of high school and some are more than half done college! 

The Miller Family

This is how I still think of them. See those 2 adorable boys right in the front? The one on the right just got ENGAGED!! Like 2 weeks ago. There are a few missing from this picture but it was the best I could pull off of Face Book in a pinch. There are others where these kids look even younger but I stand out in all of them because I’m massive. I cannot do that to myself so I won’t. Can you see me in this one? 

Angry Farmer Rachel

 This is probably a few years before the one above. Some of the littlest ones still aren’t born yet and we are missing the Oregonians (??) but there we are. I think the only person actually happy about this picture would be my little. Can you find her? It’s not hard! She’s the only one with the big cheesy smile on her face. Cute little bob w/ bangs in the striped jean jacket thing. She’s such a kiss butt. I should just be thankful that my head and the little ones in front both fit in the picture. Why they put me on a step is beyond my understanding. 

Seriously though we weren’t punished or mistreated. I know this picture is a bit deceiving since the majority look really put out over having to do this. We had very happy childhoods filled with laughter and fun, I swear!! 

I think the rest of my summer including my BIRTHDAY!! Can have its own post, yes? Maybe I can finally break through this huge case of writers block I’ve got going. For now though, I must feign working!